Went to a local watering hole with the parentals tonight. Had some drinkies and a lovely whole-wheat crust pizza. Supreme, darlings.
A large and rowdy crowd entered the bar, and proceeded to raise the volume level by several notches. A couple began to noisily make out.
Dad looks over and comments, "That guy has his hand down that girl's pants."
I look over. "Dad, that ain't a guy."
My parents looked nonplussed, then slightly wigged out, then cool with it.
I was proud of them. As you are.
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